Santa Barbara, California
2010
“Gracias, mama,” Rex thanked, kissing his mother on the cheek.
Cara tapped her fork on her plate, watching her son cleaning his plate awfully quicker than usual. “Why the rush, mijo?” she asked, pursing her lips. Rex intentionally slowed down, giving her a questioning look over his shoulder. “I’ve noticed you’ve been sleeping in the pool house more often than usual.”
“It’s summer and it’s like my own little house,” Rex answered, heading to the back door. “What’s the problem with that?” He gave her a childish grin that made him look younger, reminding her of when he was younger with braces. “Do you miss me in the house, mama? Be honest.”
Rubbing her cheek, she scrutinizing him with a piercing gaze, making him gulp. His mother always had the ability to rea
